Focalors Demon Name Novels & Stories

Lucy handed him her phone “ And do remind me, I’d love to take you out later to appreciate you “ The bartender blushed and he quickly imputed his number on Lucy’s phone. The princess didn’t seem as cruel as he thought her to be. He handed back her phone Lucy checked the name he used to save his contact “is Orion your demon name? “ “No. It’s Oros”

“But my question still stands.” She brushed her foot across the sand, creating a small avalanche down the dune. “Where is my mother?” “That, my child, is unknown… for now. But believe me—if she were truly gone, we would know. Let that give you some comfort.” Charlene swallowed hard. “I have another question.” “Go ahead.” “Why are demons suddenly interested in the realm?” “A Fate has made them promises.” She froze. “What Fate?” “One named Torrock.” Charlene’s stomach turned. “Why would he do that?”

A demon shouldn't use the name of Jesus. "Lola, Fola, get the hell out now before I open my eyes!" "Hold on, which one of us, me or Fola?" "You of course." Cora stepped inside, her face also decorated in black already. " "Fola, get out." Lola enunciated, gently pronouncing each word one after the other. "This isn't fair, baby I just wanted to-"

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

"We were invited to meet Jasira's parents,'' she said, looking at us with a half grin. Rebekah looked exactly like her mother with long black hair and green eyes. Orion stepped inside with a long double edged weapon strapped to his back. He was tall, big with blue eyes and long white and black hair. I swallowed uncomfortably and squeezed my mate's hand feeling the odd power flowing off of him. Sagon informed us that Orion and his father were what the demons called soul eaters. "Fucking lovely," I mumbled. My daughter jumped up and ran towards the third individual that entered. He was tall like his father with wispy short black and white hair. He was light gray and had at the moment bright re

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Brother? He released Winter, who immediately pouted but didn’t resist. The man then straightened his robe and posture. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Oragon,” he said clearly. “The Phoenix Beast.” A murmur rippled across the hall. He gestured toward Winter beside him. “And this is Daemon, the guardian spirit of nature. He may appear like a child, but he’s older than anyone here.” Then his gaze slid to Fenrir. “Well… almost anyone here.”

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Faelon was a large demon with red eyes and long claw-tipped fingers and toes with just a light coat of gray fur due to his Lycanthropy. "A werewolf with wings and blue hellfire would be a total mind fuck for those bastards," Atlas chuckled in glee. "I will if it is necessary to save Sophia. It just makes me more vulnerable," Faelon stated begrudgingly. Both brothers eyed him oddly. "How does it make you vulnerable?" Hoka asked and Faelon shook his head.